Page 57 of Born into Madness
I don’t understand the worry in her voice. I don’t understand how she can’t realize what her touch does to me.
With her hand still clasped in mine, I lower it so her palm is pressing against my hard dick, just like she’d been doing on my motorcycle.
“I have no choice but to be honest with you, because that’s the only way this is going to work. There are too many things I don’t understand, too many things that confuse me, and I’d rather look like an idiot in front of you than risk you being hurt because of a misunderstanding.” I keep her hand pressed to mine while I keep talking. “You have to trust me when I say I want you and only you, Cyn. I don’t ever want you to stop touching me, but I’m about two seconds away from coming in my pants, and I’d really rather not do that before I’ve had a chance to do the same for you.”
Her eyebrows raise at that. “Really?”
I shrug and say, “You drive me fucking crazy. You have no idea what your touch does to me.” Wanting nothing more than to see and touch her, I slip my fingers under her shirt and lightly graze them along her skin. “Can I see you? Will you show yourself to me,krovinka?” My fingers dip under the waistband of her jeans and she lets out a breathy sigh when I feel the start of her panties. “Will you let me touch you?”
As turned on as she is, she still hesitates and asks, “You won’t be mad when I can’t do more tonight?”
I lower my head and kiss the soft skin of her stomach. “Never, Cyn.”
Her fingers thread into my hair again as she lays all the way back, only lifting up so I can remove her T-shirt.
“Jesus,” I whisper when I see the red lace bra she’s wearing. I trace the edges, mesmerized by the sight of her spilling out of it. “Did you wear this for me?”
Her cheeks heat up when I run my thumb over one of her taut nipples. “Yes. You seem to like the color red.”
I manage to tear my eyes from her tits so I can see her face when I say, “I do, and you look fucking gorgeous in it. It reminds me of how you’d looked with my blood on you.”
Her eyes glance down to the Band-Aid I’m still wearing, not so much because it’s needed but because I like that she’s the one to put it there. “How’s your finger?”
“It’s eager to be inside you.”
She looks into my eyes, studying my face while her hands loosen from my neck, slowly sliding forward so she can cup my face and pull me closer. “I don’t understand any of this,” she whispers, “but I’m glad I’m here right now with you. Even if you change your mind about me, even if you decide you’d rather not be with me, I’m glad it’s me that’s under you right now, Sasha.”
I know I must look as confused as I feel, but I’m not sure what to say that’s not going to scare the hell out of her. Leaning down, I press a line of soft kisses down her sternum. The bones are so fragile here, so easy to break, and as I run my tongue lower, I can easily envision all the times I’ve slammed my knife into this exact spot. I know the kind of damage it would do. The heart that sits right beneath my lips pounds in a fast, erratic rhythm, so close to me, yet completely out of reach without my knife. The thought of her ever feeling anything even close to that kind of pain makes me want to tie her up and keep her here so I know she’ll always be safe. I can’t tolerate the idea of anyone ever hurting her, including me.
“We’re going to need to work on your self-esteem, my little Cyn.” I whisper the words against her skin as I slowly kiss a line along the swell of her breast. “There’s no getting rid of me,” I tellher, knowing it’s true. I couldn’t walk away from her now even if she asked me to. I’d stalk her cute ass for the rest of my life until I convinced her she needs me just as badly as I need her.
A deep groan escapes me when I run my tongue over her hard, lace-covered nipple. Running my hand up her chest, I cup the back of her neck, letting my fingers curl around the delicate spot. So fucking fragile, so goddamn breakable, and all I want to do is lose myself in her sweetness.
She moans my name when I latch onto her over her bra, sucking her into my mouth, letting myself taste a woman for the first time in my life.
“I’ve never understood the obsession men have with tits,” I say when I pull back to look at her spit-covered nipple. “I get it now.” I groan and run my tongue over her. “I fucking get it,” I say again as I fill my hand with her other breast. I’m going purely on instinct, licking and sucking and nipping, trying to get my fill of her while also knowing it’s impossible. I let her body tell me what she likes. Every moan, every gasp, every rock of her perfect hips lets me know she’s enjoying what I’m doing to her, but it’s when I let my teeth scrape along her nipple before giving her a soft bite that really drives her crazy. Her nails run along my scalp as she pulls me closer, forcing more of her tit into my mouth.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I grind against her, dry humping the hell out of her leg and not giving the slightest fuck about it. It feels too damn good, and I’m way too close to the release I need to stop now.
But first, I need to make my girl scream.
Shoving the lace of her bra down, I tongue her nipple, drunk on the taste and sight of her. I could spend the rest of my life gorging on her tits and never get tired of it, but I know she needs more. Her needy little whimpers are clue enough that she’s more than ready for the orgasm we both so desperately need.
I slide my hand down her body, counting the ribs along the way, knowing exactly what organs lay right beneath my fingers, until I reach the button of her jeans.
“Please,krovinka,” I say, knowing full well it’s the only time I’ve begged for anything in my life. “Let me see you.”
She brings her hands to mine and undoes the buttons and zipper on her jeans before lifting her hips so I can tug them down and off. Her lace panties are the same red as her bra, and I take a few moments to savor the sight in front of me.
“My god, you’re gorgeous,” I say. Thanks to the strip club my family owns, I’ve seen a lot of naked women, but this is the first time I’ve ever appreciated the sight of an almost-naked body.
Scooting further down the bed, I position myself between her legs. When I can manage to drag my eyes to hers, she’s covering her face with her hands, refusing to look at me.
“Why are you hiding from me,krovinka?”
“I’m embarrassed,” she says while keeping her face covered.
Showing my ignorance yet again, I ask, “Of what?”
